Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks (hell, I'm not even Canadian!).
This is my first Fanfic ever, so please be kind to the n00b. I'll even admit that it starts out a little slow, and I know that I put way too much description into my writing… just deal with it for now, 'cause I'm too lazy to go back and write it again.
Also, feel free to write me a review, good or bad. I'm gunna need all the help I can get, motivation wise… And if you have any ideas plot wise (aside from couples… sorry, I don't touch that) that you'd think would help the story, don't feel bad about sharing. Just keep in mind that I usually write a few chapters ahead of what I post, and that I have a plot line already.
Hopefully it won't suck (heh). Without further ado, I give you my story.
Chapter One: Attacked!
The Condor's loud sirens wailed. Shrubbery of some small, unpopulated terra the Storm Hawks had only just left moments before shrank away quickly beneath the rusty carrier as she gained speed and altitude.
"We're doomed." Aerrow could barely bear the Merb's eerie utterance over his own confused yelling, let alone above the alarm bells. Stork looked as forlorn as ever as he stood hunched over the carrier ship's helm and instruments.
"What's wrong?" Aerrow had to yell again to get his voice heard above the noise. His green carrier pilot had only to point mournfully out of the side windows to give the young Sky Knight an answer.
"Talons!" he growled as several Switch- and Heli-blades passed in front of the Condor's large windows. The drones of their engines were not quite stifled by the warning bells. "Stork! Turn that noise off and tell the rest of the team to meet at the hatch!" Not sure if he should feel angered that the Talons had interrupted a peaceful weekend or glad that his boredom would finally come to a long awaited end, Aerrow called for Radarr and prepared his gear.
A crackle and a screech like a thousand nails on a chalkboard, and then Stork's voice over the intercom: "Um, I don't mean to interrupt anybody's nap time, but we are getting attacked by Talons—" As if on cue, several large energy blasts hit the side of the Condor, sending her rocking slightly to one side. "—so, I think it'd be a good idea if you all, you know… went to fend them off now?" There was a pause. "Finn, that means you." A click, and then silence but for the sound of the Talons turning in midair somewhere behind the carrier to begin another attack, and Finn's mutterings from another room about not even having started to get to sleep yet.
"Aw, man! Why can't they just finish us off already?!" Finn shouted to nobody in particular as he sauntered into the hatch. His mood changed as he caught his reflection in his highly polished energy crossbow and winked at himself. Aerrow caught Finn's narcissistic eye and snickered.
Piper, already seated in her Heliscooter, rolled her eyes at her odd friends. "Finn, don't say that! We might've even noticed them earlier if you hadn't wanted to get off the terra so badly." The blonde shrugged.
Finally, looking as perplexed as ever, Junko entered the hanger. "Uh, guys? Have you seen my Knuckle Busters?"
"Check your knuckles, buddy!" Finn called over the roar of the starting engines. There was an almost unheard "oh!". Aerrow looked around and checked his team. "Everybody ready? Okay! Let's go!"
The Storm Hawks exited the hanger and fanned out, looking frantically about for any signs of the Talons. Nothing. Behind us? Aerrow turned his skimmer just in time to miss a discharge from a staff weapon.
Suddenly, but not quite surprisingly, the Storm Hawks were outnumbered by Cyclonians. Almost a tiny dot behind the Condor, the Aerrow could barely see the massive carrier that brought the dozen Talons out so far from Cyclonia. No wonder Stork couldn't detect them sooner… they must've been tailing us since before we landed! Aerrow looked down. The tiny terra Piper had suggested they land on two hours earlier was already far behind them.
Another blast of energy snapped the redhead out of his reverie, and Aerrow joined the battle with a few exchanges of bolts. Next to him, Finn's skimmer was already emitting smoke, but the skyride didn't seem ready to die on the sharpshooter yet.
Several Talons had already been beaten; the Sky Knight could spot their parachutes floating along as they were carried steadily downward toward the Wastelands. He shuddered. The only person Aerrow could wish such a horrible fate on was—
The Dark Ace. Speak of the devil! Where did he come from?! Master Cyclonis' most trusted and feared minion shot through the ongoing battle, deliberately drawing Aerrow's attention. Despite the distance between them, he could feel the amusement his nemesis received from engaging in battle. It sent chills down Aerrow's spine.
The Dark Ace's energy sword shot several bolts at Finn's already damaged skimmer, sending it crashing into a Talon's Heliblade. Both the Talon and the Storm Hawk, knocked from their skimmers from the hit, tumbled in midair before gravity began pulling them both down towards the Wastelands. The Cyclonian activated his parachute; Finn kept falling.
"Finn!" Aerrow yelled over Finn's surprisingly high-pitched scream, willing himself not to be distracted by Dark Ace's triumphant grin. Next to him, Radarr squeaked shrilly. Somewhere to the right of them, Piper echoed his cry.
"I gotcha, buddy!" a familiar voice yelled as Junko raced passed several Talon Switchblades to catch his falling friend. Aerrow and Radarr sighed in relief before directing their attention to the sinister man in the dark skyride.
Aerrow first saw him out of the corner of his eye as the Ace's Switchblade Elite swung to the right, just barely dodging a fellow Cyclonian. Angrily, the Dark Ace shot off a few blasts from his energy sword, almost unseating the unfortunate Talon. Aerrow grimaced and flew toward the Ace to give him a few shots of his own.